Steve O

64 RIP

Inspired by the Muggsy Bogues post above, Spud Webb was a 5'7" guard that won the 1986 dunk contest without being able to palm the ball https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1YRJvFvlgg

You open up by calling the demographic that supports Trump a racist name and say they're the racist haters. For the umteenth time, so long as the left choose DEI initiatives (that have no more to do with diversity, equity, or inclusion than the inflation reduction act had to do with reducing inflation) and open borders as the proverbial "hill they're willing to die on" they'll continue to die on that hill (apologies to those that read the analogy in other threads.)

Unbelievable that Dems continue to double down on DEI initiatives (which have no more to do with diversity, equity, or inclusion that the inflation reduction act had to do with reducing inflation) and open borders as the proverbial hills they're willing to die on. Feels like I've said that before.

60's and 70's were the peak of heavyweight boxing. Foreman was a big part of it. Along with Ali and Frazier of course, Liston and Patterson before that. As the 70's came to an end so did the luster around the division. I remember George talking about his fight with Ali decades later. He said in the early rounds Ali kept yelling at me "is that all you got, is that all you got" and I thought to myself, as a matter of fact it is. edit: almost forgot, rest in peace.

Outside of the preseason hamstring injury all the injuries have been week 8 or later. So this should work out, Ogunjobi will be back by then.

I did and it is

Pete Reiser. Stealing home, running into center field fence. "There will never be a ballplayer as good as Willie Mays, but (Pete) Reiser was every bit as good, and he might have been better. Pete Reiser might have been the best ballplayer I ever saw. He had more power than Willie. He could throw as good as Willie. Mays was fast, but Reiser was faster. Name whoever you want to, and Pete Reiser was faster. Willie Mays had everything. Pete Reiser had everything but luck." Leo Durocher

A good one for sure, thanks for recommending. Listening to L. Ron Hubbard 3 parter now. What a dirtbag!

In other breaking news, water is wet, the sky is blue, and taxes are due in less than a month.

I'd ask if we were in the same first grade class, but I'm pretty sure this scene was played out in classrooms across the country. Besides, we didn't have school busses in my district.

Great topic MDK, thanks for starting it. Have a feeling it will be on the first page or two of OTW for quite a while.

Buried Bones, Solved Murders, Crimes of the Century. I like the podcasts about old murders, some going back to the 18th century. I try not to dwell on what that says about me!😕

Among other things, "Investigators said Moore told them he remembered shooting his wife, but not the other two women." https://archive.knoxnews.com/news/local/356994351.html/ https://www.wbir.com/article/news/local/jury-finds-man-guilty-in-powell-triple-murder-trial/51-95289181 Pretty sure the women with her back to the camera in the blue blazer in the picture in the second link is my niece. I remember trying to follow the case, googling "triple murder in Knoxville Tennessee" and getting 3 separate recent cases.

The Dog’s Diary 8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing! 9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing! 9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing! 10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing! 12:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing! 1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing! 3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing! 5:00 PM – Dinner! My favorite thing! 7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing! 8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing! 11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing! The Cat’s Diary Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He has obviously gone mad. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now.